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A GUIDE
2016
Song Bird Publishing House
Katie Rose Kaufman
All Rights Reserved
DISCLAIMER:
THIS FIELD MANUAL IS NOT INTENDED
TO BE USED IN THE PLACE OF
OR IN ADDITION TO
PROFESSIONAL PSYCHIATRIC HELP.
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Field Manual # 1
Table of Contents
1. steps
2.
3.
4.
it wouldnt hurt
5.
bathroom rugs
steps.
Diaper changes, applesauce, a plastic highchair with cold plastic covered cushions.
Your parents remember you then but you
probably dont, these early years are lost to
you. Lost to you, and do you feel the loss?
Lost forever, this age ago, when age wasnt
old enough to know age. To know time. To
know what happens when someone dies
and suddenly age has disappeared and left
[what?] behind. Aging begets sorrow.
Nothingnesss.
Dont you wish you could remember the
time before age, when nothing wasnt real?
someone died...?
the funeral was in indiana.
how could we face his wife?
i didnt want to see her, to see her alone.. i didnt want to
see her tears, i didnt want to see the wrinkles,
the funeral clothes, the box of medals, the sunlight on the dark
wooden box where he was.
the last i remember of him was when he grasped my
shoulder to steady himself while he filled his diaper.
so many stories left untold. wartime legends and
memories, lost with his body. i never asked him about his life.
about their life. i cant talk to her.
eighty years spent side by side and SO EASILY
rent assunder in the face of AGE. love is destroyed by
it, by the nothingness it leaves behind.
i didnt want to see the face of what im so afraid will
happen to me. to be left alone, alone to live, alone to
face my own age of reckoning. alone.
i looked.
oh god i looked and i regret it please let me forget.
except.. let me see that again. click, click, click...
gross. why is it moving like that? wait, what is THAT?
is that normal? can every body do that? this is so weird.
im not supposed to know the things i do. to have seen things
that ive seen. its supposed to be a big giant secret, but now
i know what things get big and i dont understand why but
i know. and thats what keeps me alive.
keeps me alive, knowing things. knowledge is not allowed
in this house, at least not wordly knowledge. i can know
that heat rises and some people are bad but god forbid i ask
why, and why we live, and why we die, because if sinning
is forbidden by god, why isnt dying?
they cant answer those questions, and they dont want me
asking them. so ill just click, click, click, and find
the answers on my own.
To look, oh to look
and see. Oh hope like seas
that have withstood, wet
Whalebones encasing
dry hearts. Hearts that
would dry up without those whalebones,
Without those looks back. Hearts dry up.
impending
bathroom rugs
we were chemists.
mad scientists, evil doctors, we concocted such divine
potions in our make shift vessels.
The doll house roof, our body soap cap,
the toothbrush dish, the toy dust pan
. Everything in the bathroom was
an ingredient, nothing was safe from our imaginations.
White baby power, translucent yellow baby soap,
hard green bars of irish spring,
pink and blue striped toothpaste,
grainy old conditioner from underneath
the sink and crusted to the bottom of the bottle,
we used it all.
My sister had pink glittery body soap that our mom hated,
my brother had spider man cologne that smelled
just like lysol, and the rest of my siblings had
yellow rubber ducks with different
colored beaks.
i never played with those ducks with the colored beaks.
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